Chapter 687 Avalon Birthday Celebration
"Bang!"
The missed sword smashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The young knight looked at Lorne, who was a few meters away, with a hint of surprise in her eyes:
"Not bad, you have some skills."
"Okay, I'm busy now and don't have time to play with you. Let Morgan, Altria and the others come out to see me, then you'll know whether what I said is true or not."
Loen gave these instructions casually while brushing off the dust on his body.
However, the female knight on the opposite side not only did not stop, but instead gnashed her fangs, her face showing the excitement of seeing prey:
"Stop talking nonsense and defeat me first!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the female knight stomped the ground hard and rushed forward like a newborn calf.
The surging magic power was madly poured into the fairy holy sword named "Clarent" in her hand, forming a scarlet flame that seemed to be real.
Wherever the sharp edge passed, grass and trees were broken and sand and stones flew everywhere.
It can be seen that this is a lack of love...
Lorne sighed, then raised his hand and let it fall.
"Bang!"
With a deafening roar, a big blow hit the back of the girl knight's head in a simple and unpretentious manner, smashing her directly into the ground.
From a distance, it looked like a human-shaped onion was planted in the pit.
His hands were moving around wildly, trying hard to dig out the surrounding soil, as if trying to dig his head out of the pit that was buried deep inside.
Seeing such a funny scene, Lorne laughed out loud in a very unkind way.
Then he walked forward, ready to help his naughty child and end this farce.
However, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came again from the thick fog.
The divine power in Loen's body automatically flowed out, forming an indestructible golden barrier in front of him, blocking a blood-red javelin outside.
The thing seemed to be made of the bones of some sea beast. The gun body was engraved with complex Ogham language. The tip of the gun was extremely sharp, and there were serrations on the blade for bleeding.
And during the throwing process, the serrated part will split into thirty small arrows and shoot out. It also has an automatic tracking function. Even if it is bounced away, it will change the angle and shoot again, as if it will not stop until the enemy is killed.
——Gayaberg, the Spear of Greed?
——Thousand Thorns Throwing Technique?
Isn’t this Scathach’s most precious treasure and signature skill?
But the technique and strength are far behind.
Just as Lorne was puzzled, a rapid incantation was heard from the dense forest on the other side:
“It is the law of the world that what thrives must perish, and the rising sun must also have its setting. What I look forward to is a landscape of white snow;
What I hope for is a beautiful world of death;
What I hope for is the engulfment of all ugliness and the frozen eternity.
O frozen earth of death, obey my roar and grant death in this world a colder and more desolate frost!"
Along with the rhythm of the divine words, an ice-blue magic frenzy suddenly arose in the surroundings. The trees along the way were cut and shattered as if by hundreds of millions of tiny ice knives, and instantly turned into dust and scattered.
Hearing those extremely familiar syllables, Loen was even more surprised.
——Rune spell?
——The power of the God of Winter?
At this time, the girl knight on the ground finally pulled out her head:
"Pfft, Connor, Uhasha, why are you here?"
"Mordred, stop talking nonsense. This guy is very strong. You alone are no match for him. Come on together!"
Another girl's reminder came from the forest.
She held a small ash wood wand, had long purple hair, and golden-red eyes. Although her facial features were still childish, she exuded an innate solemnity and coldness.
“【】! 【】! 【】!”
As the purple-haired girl once again activated the divine word, the air around her dropped to freezing point, and even the flow of magic power was frozen.
The golden barrier in front of Loen was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals, and the figure inside became blurred.
Mordred was very anxious when he saw this:
"Don't snatch it, he's mine!"
Then, the female knight decisively retracted the fairy armor with the functions of [hiding] and [suppressing] on her body, revealing a somewhat childish face.
At the same time, she gritted her fangs, raised the fairy holy sword Clarent in her hand high above her head, and then swung it forward with all her might.
In an instant, the surging magic power turned into dark red twisted lightning and rushed forward.
The golden barrier, unable to bear the weight, shattered, leaving behind tiny ice chips on the ground and high-rising smoke and dust.
Is this...solved?
What? A useless guy.
Mordred was stunned at first, then he muttered in disappointment:
"Hey, Connor, Uhasha, come out, that guy seems to be finished."
"Are you looking for them?"
Amid the playful voice, Loen walked out of the dense forest, holding a person in each hand.
One of them, of course, was the purple-haired girl who was proficient in rune spells;
The other one was a short-haired young man with slender arms.
His eye color, hair color, and facial features were extremely similar to the girl's, like a pair of twin siblings. He was obviously the "Connor" that Mordred mentioned.
"Connor, Uhasha... If I'm not mistaken, they should be the children of the two sisters Skadi and Scathach."
"How do you know?"
Mordred was startled and couldn't help but feel a little wary of the smiling man in front of him.
"I've already told you that I'm your father." Loen reiterated helplessly.
"Really?" Mordred was a little skeptical.
"Really!" Lorne nodded seriously and pointed behind Mordred, "They are here. Ask if you don't believe me."
Mordred turned around subconsciously, but all he saw was empty fog.
Before she could react, a familiar big blow hit her on the head, completely sucking her consciousness into darkness.
"The first lesson from my old father is that even my biological father can lie. We must always be vigilant on the battlefield."
"mean……"
With his final depression and unwillingness, Mordred fainted completely.
Looking at the three unlucky kids on the ground who had entered the defeat CG, Lorne clapped his hands in satisfaction and looked into the depths of the thick fog:
"The parent-child interaction is over. Okay, come out. If we don't take these three away, they won't be able to get out of bed for the next few months."
Suddenly, the thick fog in the dense forest dissipated like a tide, and Artoria, the three lake fairy sisters, Scathach and Skadi were sitting under a tree pavilion protected by a spell, drinking mead leisurely.
Obviously, Lorne wasn't lying.
The mothers of these naughty kids were all present, but Mordred probably couldn't hear them at the moment.
Skadi stood up and helped the three little guys to rest in the tree pavilion, complaining:
"You've just met them and you've used such harsh force. Aren't you afraid that they'll blame you when they wake up?"
"Isn't it because you guys are used to it?"
Luo En rolled his eyes at the six people present and felt unhappy in his heart.
Where there are naughty children, there are naturally naughty parents.
These women watched him being attacked by his three children without coming out to clarify. It was obvious that they just wanted to watch the show.
However, he also understood that he was indeed not a qualified "father". He did not even know when his children were born or when they grew up to be like this, and he did not participate in their companionship and education throughout the entire process.
Therefore, he has no right to blame anything.
He calmed down and asked:
"Tell me, what do you want to see me about?"
"It's not us, it's the three of them who are looking for you."
Scathach pointed at the three unconscious little guys in the pavilion and told them the whole story.
It is not known whether it was due to the special soil and water of the Celtic Age of Gods, or because the life and reproduction power of the Tuatha de Danann was too powerful, but the three Tuatha de Danann, Artoria, Skadi and Scathach, were fooling around with someone and successively won the bid, giving birth to the three bloodlines of Mordred, Connor and Uhasha respectively.
During that period, it happened that Loen went alone to explore the Babylonian Age of Gods.
Artoria and the other two understood the priorities of the matter, so they chose to keep the birth of the children a secret and raised the three little ones on their own.
But as mothers, both the sisters Scathach and Skadi, and Artoria herself, were seriously inexperienced.
After all, their childhoods were far from happy, and their relationships with their parents were not harmonious, so they naturally had no idea what the normal attitude was for getting along with their children.
So, Morgause, who was once the goddess of fertility, brought the three lake nymph sisters to help and served as fairy godmothers to the three children, sharing a lot of pressure on the three goddesses.
Perhaps because they are all members of the Tuatha de Tuatha, grew up together, and were raised by the same fairy godmothers, the three little guys have a very good relationship.
Soon, the three children grew up and reached the age to learn skills.
Mordred was fine, as he naturally studied swordsmanship and other martial arts under Altria.
Connor and Uhasha, a brother and sister, gave Skadi and Scathach some trouble.
Because, Skadi is good at spells, but her son Connor is a natural warrior, Scathach majors in martial arts, but her daughter Uhasha is a good candidate for learning spells.
So the two sisters decided to take turns teaching each other their skills.
As a result, Skadi and the people of Avalon began to interact more frequently, and gradually eliminated the conflicts between her and her sister Scathach.
However, the peaceful and stable days did not last long.
Because, children will eventually grow up and chicks will eventually leave the nest.
Now, the three little ones have reached the age of restlessness, and they don’t want to be kept in captivity by their mothers in dead and boring places such as Avalon Island, Shadow Kingdom, or the Noisy Land.
They long to get out of the cage, join the army, make a name for themselves, build achievements, and be admired by everyone as heroes.
To be fair, this is not an excessive request.
But right now is not a good time.
The war between the gods of Europe and the Persian Empire is imminent, and there are dangers everywhere outside.
If they loosened the reins of the three little guys at this time, if they ran into a tough opponent or met with an accident, Artoria and the other two would probably regret it.
But blindly suppressing them would only make the three little guys rebellious.
If they can't wait any longer, they might sneak out.
By then, there will be only more trouble.
Since there was no better solution, the six of them decided to call their old father, Loen, and hope that he would make the decision.
After listening to this, Luo En suddenly realized:
"So, you just let the three little guys do whatever they want, just to let me test their ability? And whether they are qualified to go out and explore?"
Altria nodded and asked, "So what do you think of them?"
Luo En replied, "It's just so-so. They have too little experience in fighting enemies and are not vigilant enough. They are OK against ordinary God Blood heroes. But the next one is the God War between the Persian Empire and the Five Great Gods of Europe. They are not qualified to take action."
"I think so too." Scathach said, "How about I cast a few forbidden spells on them? And then release them after the war between gods is over?"
Although the three lake fairy sisters and Skadi did not speak, they were also moved.
As mothers who raised three children by themselves, they naturally did not want these three little ones to encounter danger in the upcoming war of gods.
However, Lorne disagrees:
"When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? If we lose this war of gods, even if they can survive for a while, can they survive forever? Besides, our children are children, but aren't other people's children also children?"
The goddesses were silent for a while after hearing this.
Looking at the worries on the six people's faces, Luo En smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Shenzhan and the others are indeed not qualified. But there is another place where they should be more suitable, and the risk is also lower."
Then, he paused and slowly said:
"I plan to integrate the three existing Celtic Knight Orders to strengthen the power of the Celtic God Age in the human world."
"Three major knightly orders? Didn't the Celtic Age of Gods only have one human armed force, the Knights of the Round Table?"
"Where are [Akagi] and [Fiona]?"
"Yeah, how could I forget about them!"
Altria and the others suddenly realized and remembered the other two forgotten human armed forces.
During the war between the Norse and Celtic gods, the [Knights of the Red Branch] and the [Knights of the Fianna] stood on the wrong sides. After the fall of Sky Island and the fall of the [Four Thrones], they were sealed in a fairyland by the three sisters of the Lake Fairy, and have been sleeping ever since.
If Lorne hadn't mentioned it, they would have almost forgotten about it.
Morgan frowned and said:
"You want to use them?"
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Right now, the decisive battle between the Persian Empire and the five great gods of Europe is imminent. It will not only be a battle between gods, but also a fierce battle between humans. Although there were some conflicts between us and them before, it was not to the point where we could not coexist. Now, the Persian Empire is our common mortal enemy. How to choose? Fergus and Finn will make the right choice. They are both smart people."
Lorne paused, and deliberately dragged out his tone:
"Of course, the prerequisite is that someone can suppress the arrogance of those God-Blooded Heroes and make them convinced."
"Me me! I'm willing to go!"
"Me too!"
At this moment, Connor and Uhasha, the two siblings who had been unconscious, suddenly sat up from their recliners, eagerly hoping that a certain "old father" would give them some orders.
"Okay, I'll leave the task of reorganizing the [Fiona Knights] and the [Red Branch Knights] to you." Loen nodded in agreement.
Then, Morgan handed the two horns that opened the wonderland to Connor and Uhasha respectively.
Mordred was a beat late, got up from the bench, and looked eagerly at his parents:
"What about me?"
"Why don't you take over the Knights of the Round Table?" Loen answered casually.
"So, Mother is finally planning to abdicate! Great, it's finally my turn to be the boss!"
Mordred danced with excitement.
Altria's face darkened and she looked speechlessly at the filial daughter who was so eager to usurp the throne.
As usual, Lorne patted Mordred on the head to sober him up, and then reminded him unhappily:
"You wish! When the war of gods begins, Artoria will take away the elite of the Knights of the Round Table and follow me to fight. The human world will only retain one-third of its military strength at most. When the time comes, you should take care of this man first."
The Knights of the Round Table include not only ordinary humans and heroes of divine blood, but also many reincarnated Celtic gods.
These top forces will naturally join the war of gods with the three sisters of the lake fairy, the six fairy clans, and the Kingdom of Shadow to become his helpers.
"Don't look down on me! I can definitely do better than you!" Mordred covered his head and spoke confidently.
Seeing that Loen wanted to give some fatherly love to an unfilial daughter again, Morgause quickly changed the subject:
"By the way, you are reorganizing the three major knightly orders. What are you planning to do?"
"Once the war of gods begins, I plan to have them cooperate with the Roman Age of Gods to expand eastwards and cut off the connection between the Egyptian Age of Gods, the West African Age of Gods and the Persian Empire, making it impossible for them to take care of both ends."
"You want them to take Jerusalem?"
“That’s right!”
Luo En nodded happily, with a hint of joy on the corner of his lips:
"As for the name of the Knights after the reorganization, we will call them Crusaders!"
(End of this chapter)
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